Craig Allen had been following his dreams
until bad luck struck. To right a wrong, he ignored his dreams and followed his
parent’s wishes. For three years he lived a life that wasn’t of his choosing,
each day worse than the day before.

Joe Clayton loved his small town life. The hustle and bustle of
the big city life weren’t for him, so instead of going off to college, he
followed in his father’s footsteps of running the family businesses.

When Craig has one of the worst Mondays of his life his path
crosses with Joe and his family. He feels an instant kinship with them all, but
his connection with Joe is even stronger. That connection takes him off of the
path he’d been on, and into a world that he never knew he’d always wanted.

Will Craig take the road less traveled? Or will he continue to
barrel down a self-destructive path going nowhere fast?

The atmosphere between them was casual, but Craig’s interest in
Joe wasn’t diminishing. It was all he could do to look at him without reaching
over and making a pass on him. He wasn’t even sure if it was Joe himself or
just the fact that he’d been under so much stress lately he was ready to break.
Did it matter though? Damn, Joe Clayton was a sweet piece of eye candy.

“So you said something about a store. You don’t just have the
garage?” Craig asked.

“No,” Craig shook his head. “I believe you. It’s just that people
like you kind of amaze me. You can be experts in your field without ever
stepping foot inside of a classroom.”

Joe shrugged. “My dad was a genius. Anything I know, I owe to
him.”

“And the shop?”

“Oh, that was my mom’s brainchild some thirty years ago when I was
just a toddler. The winter months are slow in business for the shop. So she
opened up a small general store for the locals so they wouldn’t have to run all
the way to Casper or Cheyenne if they just needed a gallon of milk.”

“Sounds like genius runs on both sides of your lineage then,”
Craig added.

“Yeah, Mom’s pretty smart. It’s nothing big and fancy, but it
serves its purpose and definitely pays the bills. Which is good. She’s worked
hard enough in her life. She needs time to just relax now.”

“Kinda sounds like what I need, too. But the truth is I would love
to get back into a kitchen again. It’s been too long. I’m worried I’m losing my
mojo.”

Joe placed a hand on Craig’s shoulder. “When something is
important enough, we find a way to make it work.”

The brief moment that Joe had touched Craig had surprised him and
at the same time caused a jolt to course through his body. Sadly he’d removed
it as quickly as he’d placed it there. Craig couldn’t help but wish that his
hand had lingered just a bit longer. In that moment he felt like they had a
connection, but his quick retreat made him second guess that. He was really
having a hard time getting a reading on this guy.

Craig gulped down the last of his beer and set his empty bottle on
the ground next to his chair.

Joe let out a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. His feet
started shaking back and forth in what Craig assumed was nervous energy.
Whatever that tension was that he’d seen on him earlier was obviously working
his way back through him.

“Want another beer?” Joe asked.

“I don’t know. It’s been a long and kind of crappy day. Maybe I
should head back inside and get some sleep.”

“Okay. Sure.” Joe rose from his chair and looked up at the moon.
“You sure? I mean…”

“What?” Craig asked.

“Nothing.”

Craig stood up and took position next to Joe, who turned to face
him. Suddenly they were face to face, looking into each other’s eyes with their
mouths a mere inch apart from one another.

“I know we just met, and I know you helped me out tremendously
today, and I really don’t mean to pry, but…you seem awfully tense. I wouldn’t
think much of this, but Donna said nothing gets you rattled. So, is everything
okay?”

“I…” Joe said.

For the past three years Craig had hesitated about doing anything
that he wanted. He allowed people to run his life and choose his path. Well not
anymore. Not this time.

Craig had never been one to make the first move, but he couldn’t
deny his attraction for Joe. This could go really well or really badly, and the
way he saw it, he had a fifty-fifty chance that he’d get exactly what he
wanted.

The look in Joe’s eyes told him that his chances were even better
than he thought. The deep green hue looked almost black in the moonlight. Craig
couldn’t guarantee it, but he felt a connection to Joe that he wasn’t sure he’d
ever felt before.

Closing the small gap between them, Craig framed Joe’s face in his
hands. The warmth of his cheeks flooded his fingertips and soared through his
body. With a single moment of staring into his eyes, he could no longer hold
back. With resolve, knowing he had no other option but to act on his aching
need to take more, Craig pressed his lips against Joe’s and lost himself in the
comfort of his soft lips.

Just as quickly as he felt the warmth of Joe’s kiss, Craig felt
the greedy touch of Joe’s hands as they latched onto him and began exploring
his body. Craig couldn’t help but moan from the mixture of pleasure and
excitement the moment created. Joe had taken charge of the situation in such a
rushed moment that it almost seemed like a dream.

Craig’s arms hung loosely at his side, while Joe’s large hands
continued to touch every part of him. His even hotter tongue gently swiped
across his lips and searched for more. Craig opened his mouth wider, equally as
urgent as Joe as they learned the feel and taste of the other’s kiss.

Joe closed his eyes as Craig’s large hands stroked his cock and
cupped his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them. Memories of the other
nights they’d shared filled with sweaty sex further teased his already
hard-as-stone cock.

No matter how good it felt to have Craig’s hands working their way
up and down his dick, he wanted more. As good of a kisser as Craig was, Joe
knew all too well how good he was at giving head. His tongue offered up tricks
that turned him inside out.

Joe opened his eyes and looked down when he felt Craig’s fingers
dip a little lower. He taunted Joe’s ass, working his index finger around the
rim of his asshole. For seconds that went by painfully slow he stared at Craig,
whose eyes were now aimed directly toward his cock.

“I’m going to ask you again,” Craig said, “What do you want me to
do to you?”

Joe ran his fingers through Craig’s short blond hair. He never
paid much attention to short hair or long hair, but Craig’s was just perfect.
It was the perfect length, not overly short like he was being shipped off to
war, and it had just the right amount of length for Joe to grasp onto.

Joe pulled his head back just enough to show a touch of dominance.
It was a side of himself he didn’t show often. He certainly rarely felt
dominant either, but tonight was different. Whether it was the heat, the
fatigue, or just his driving lust, he felt the need to take control.

“I want you to suck my dick like you’ve never sucked it before.
Show me how much you love to have my thick cock fucking your throat.”

Craig dipped his head down and leaned further over. Closing his
lips around the thick vein which worked its way up Joe’s length, he began
sucking and licking his way up Joe’s entire shaft.

The journey which lasted only seconds was filled with nothing but
pleasure. No one had ever worked his cock the way Craig did. He only prayed
that Joe gave him as much pleasure in return. Though he doubted anything could
possibly feel as good as what Craig was doing to his cock.

He held onto Craig’s head, his fingers wrapping firmly around his
skull, and it took everything he had to not force his cock into Craig’s throat
and begin fucking him hard. He resisted though, wanting to slow down and just
relish in the seduction Craig offered.

For several minutes, Craig took Joe on a wild ride with new
heights of euphoria. His mouth never closed fully over his cock, but instead
worked him gently along the underside of his hard on, which became more
excruciating with every passing second.

Craig used his lips, tongue, and the gentle scraping of his teeth
to bring Joe nearly to the brink of orgasm before slowly easing him back down
again. This teasing went on for so long that he could no longer remember how
much time had passed. He became lost in the sensation Craig’s tongue provided.
So many times he had seen the peak within his reach, so close he could almost
reach out and grab it, but each time Craig had patiently worked him back down
again.

Joe’s head was humming with the soothing sounds of only their
breaths and heartbeats as they stayed locked together by cock and mouth. The
exquisite feeling which was coursing through his body made Joe feel as though
he was floating on that same cloud nine that Craig took him to so many times
before.

His thoughts were interrupted and he was jolted back to the here
and now when he felt Craig’s lips close over the head of his cock. Suddenly the
once gentle ministrations which were driving him crazy were now replaced with
hungry sucking as Craig slid Joe’s cock into his mouth hungrily.

“Oh, Jesus.”

Joe tightened his hold on Craig’s head. He wasn’t able to resist
his urges any longer. Joe thrust his hips and guided Craig’s head further down.
He felt Craig gag on the unexpected intrusion and for a moment he felt guilty
for being so rough, but then he felt Craig relax and take him even deeper.

Fuck, this man is amazing. So perfect. So incredible.

He was so generous, attentive, and sexy. What he wouldn’t give to
be able to offer Craig the same pleasure he provided to him.

They worked with one another, their movements in unison, Joe’s
hips and hands moving in cohesive fashion while Craig lovingly sucked and
licked at his cock.